BEFORE I LEAVE - I HAVE TO
Copyright all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
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Hi. I'm Anna Bonnie. I haven't always been a bad kid. In fact, before today I was a great one! I was always polite, I was always sincere, and I always treated my friends with respect; but then suddenly, when all of my world was placed into turmoil, I began to see that all my kind deeds were not looked upon as anything special - it was only I who was sincere, and polite, and good to the world; all the people around me were just actors, who acted like me when around me, and then turned into somebody else when my mighty cloud ship had set sail.

Today, something snapped; my kind stick broke into fragmented pieces. I suddenly found out how I could be like them; and I made sure that I faced the people around me not as a friend, but as a carbon copy of themselves.


Today started with a wakeup call that made me drop out of my zone of comfort. At breakfast, my parents told me they decided that we were to move to a very small town called 'Rorroh Egaliv'. I found it odd that when the name was printed the other way around, it spelt 'horror village'. I wondered why nobody had noticed that as I spread the name upon my worry brow like a line of jam spread. I decided to shrug the query off in order to complain as I was ordered to eat up before I packed - we were moving that very afternoon!

"Mum, we can't move; I've lived here all of my life and I don't want to move now!" I wailed as ice-cream melted over my hot waffles.

My mother barely moved an eyelid, and so I decided to pronounce my displeasure with a bang of the fist on the flat of the tabletop, (the very same manoeuvre my father used when he was displeased). My mother jumped inside her skin, and finally gave me a response that I could bounce upon.

"Come-on dear; I bet this place is very nice, and also we'll benefit from it because your father is going to be earning a great deal more money then what he currently earns." she voiced.

"'So?'" I thought. '"We already owned a great hulk of a house in this city's version of Beverley Hills, how much more money could a person want!'"

"Nothing is going to change just because you don't want it to. It's an adventure! Look at it as something exciting - exciting is fun!" mother dear enthused with a smile, which showed off pearl teeth that looked as though they had been triple bleached to form a white that could glow if the light was dimmed.

"Fine but you're making a terrible mistake!" I wailed as I threw down my napkin and stood to leave.

"That's nice dear;" mother murmured as she removed from her pocket some aspirin to dunk into her tea.

My thoughts turned inside my mind's dark maze, and my face grew pink with temper-lit fever. I held my breath, and counted to five, as my thoughts warred inside of me. I had to run from the room with my hands over my mouth before I began to scream.

"Now she isn't listening to me!" I wailed as I slammed a door closed. "Well, I've had it with her! I'll try talking to some sense into dad." I murmured, before I left to find the trail that led to my father.